Do not ask of me, my love!

Do not ask of me, my love,

that love i once had for you,.

There was a time when

Life was bright and young and blooming,

And you sorrow was much more than 

any other pain

Your beauty gave the spring everlasting youth 

Your eyes, yes your eyes were everything

All else was vain

While you were mine i thought, the world was mine,

Though now i know that it was not reality,

that's the way i imagined it to be,

For there are other sorrows in the world than love,

And other pleasures too

Woven in silk, and satin, and brocade

Those dark and brutal curses of countless centuries,

Bodies bathed in blood, smeared with dust,

Sold from market place to market place,

Bodies risen from the cauldron of disease,

Pus dripping from their festering soars-

my eyes must also turn to these.

Your beautiful still my love 

But i am helpless too

For there are other sorrows in the world than love,

and other pleasures too.

Do not ask of me, my love,

The love i once had for you!

Reviews

[annabellee]

That is such a great poem, I loved your choice of words and the imagery, it flows very well.
Simply brilliant, you're very talented, keep up the good work :)

[Darkblushedink]

Thankyou soooooooooooooo much!! XOXOXOXOX! :)